"Oh When The Bandwagoners Go Marching In..."

Who Dat, Who Dat, Who Dat bought their first Saints shirt two weeks ago?

Ok, I know, I know... you can't say negative things about the Superbowl Cinderella team. But hear me out on this one...

I've grown up in Baton Rouge, Louisiana....granted, not New Orleans, but close enough. I've grown up hearing the Saints as punchlines for jokes, seen the occasional Saints hat in a Goodwill bin, and respected the few Saints fans that watched season after season of the dismal losses that grew to typify the "Aints."

So how is it that the entire state of Louisiana is now chanting "Who Dat??!" like they've been enduring years of brutal losses and embarrassment, when most of them couldn't tell you who Jim Haslett is or who the quarterback was before "Drew Breesus."

You don't have to go back twenty years to experience the embarrassment of being a Saints fan. I'm not saying only those that wore paper bags on their heads are entitled to call themselves a Saints "fan."

But am I the only one that's growing tired of the WhoDat nation? (est. 2010)

Just this morning I was listening to the radio as callers were dialing in to shout their congratulatory remarks. What stood out was one caller who said she "knew they were going to win...I just knew." But what struck me was her recap of the play that "sealed the deal."

Caller: "remember when that guy...ummm whats-his-name... caught that ball in the endzone and they didn't give us the touchdown?"

Radio announcer: "umm Lance Moore? and the two-point conversion?"

Caller: "oh, yeah, yeah, umm WHO DAT?!"

I don't know, maybe I'm off-base on this one, but I'm interested to see how many of these new Saints fans will be wearing their Saints jerseys two years from now if we have a mediocre season.

So maybe I take things too seriously. But I want to know your thoughts...